Novels by Nova

Her face turned sharply to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Her face scrunched up in pain. All her life, she had been the pampered princess of the Stonefield family. Her parents and brother doted on her like a precious jewel. She had never been treated so brutally. A tear slipped from her eye. “Oh my goodness. Our ghost is crying,” one of the men mocked. The whole room erupted in loud laughter. Their cruel voices made her tears fall faster. “Who sent you to kidnap me?” Kylie screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice full of vicious anger. “I will kill all of you! Every fucking last one of you!” “Enough, enough, enough!” One man shoved a dirty cloth into her mouth, gagging her and silencing her screams. She could only glare at them as they continued laughing and mocking her. One of the kidnappers slipped out to make a phone call. The other line picked up after a few rings. A deep voice answered. “We finished what you instructed and left the body there. Wha

“The other party made their move, but we were able to protect her. She is troublesome and has a very bad temper,” the man reported.Matteo ignored most of his words. “Give me a detailed investigation of her background first thing tomorrow,” he ordered.He paused, his gaze falling through the gap in the door onto Kendall. “And also investigate one more person,” he added, giving the details.His face darkened as he heard Myra laugh again at something Kendall said. He held back his anger and strong possessiveness, turned around, and left.Lyka had been nervous since morning, pacing back and forth in the room. Luna Daria sat on the couch, sipping her juice, quietly watching her daughter.“Dear, I think you are too worked up over a little thief,” Daria said, smacking her lips as she observed her daughter’s reaction.Lyka cleared her throat and finally sat down. She didn’t dare tell her mother about Kendall. She didn’t want to ruin the good-girl image her mother had of her.She took a sip o

“Hehe,” Myra laughed dryly. “He’s just a very important person, I told you before.” A phone ringing echoed through the room, breaking the silence, Matteo brought out the buzzing phone, he gave Myra one last look before stepping outside to answer the call. Myra finally breathed a sigh of relief. Phew! She stood up and excused herself. “I’ll go check on Kendall.” She walked into his ward. Kendall was already asleep. Myra stood there quietly, watching him for a moment with concern in her eyes. Suddenly, Kendall groaned and stirred. He slowly woke up and tried to move his injured arm, but pain shot through him and he groaned again. Myra rushed to his side. “Hey, don’t push yourself,” she said gently, helping him sit up.nShe looked at him with warm, friendly affection in her eyes. “What happened to you?” Kendall paused and took a deep breath, the injury on his shoulder hurt him like hell, but he still managed to talk. “I was looking for you,” he started, his voice rough. “Aft

Matteo locked his gaze on her, making Myra feel a little nervous. “Hi, Melissa. Are you busy? I need your help,” Myra said quickly. Melissa nodded and stood up. Before she could move, Mateo rushed forward and grabbed Myra’s arm, carefully examining her body for any bruises. His touch sent sparks all over her skin, making her face flush red. She pushed him back gently and shook her head. “It’s not me that needs help. It’s my friend.” Melissa raised an eyebrow. “Is Bria alright?” “Not Bria,” Myra replied. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to him.” She grabbed Melissa’s arm to lead her, but Dante quickly held Melissa’s hand, stopping her.“Another doctor can check on him. You just need to rest and sleep,” Dante said, his gaze full of affection. Melissa removed his hand gently and held his cheek. “Don’t worry, it’s just a regular check-up. Nothing serious.” She tried to free her arm, but Dante refused to let her leave his sight. Melissa sighed and held Myra’s arm instead. Myra lowered

Lyka felt like she had heard them wrong. “What do you mean by escape?”She slammed her hands on the table, then threw her plates on the floor. The sound of breaking ceramic echoed loudly throughout the house.“How could one fucking prisoner escape under your watch? Are you all that incompetent?” she screamed. In rage, she threw more food across the room.Luna Daria stepped out of Elvis’s room after hearing the loud commotion. She saw the dining room was a complete mess.“What is going on here?” she asked in a cold voice. Lyka ignored her mother for a moment and faced the guards. “How long has this been going on?” The guard lowered his head. “Since early morning.” Lyka clenched her fists tightly. “Assign everyone to search for him. He shouldn’t have crossed the border yet. He must be hiding in the bushes. Monitor every route and catch him! If he is not found, I swear to the Goddess, I will kill every single one of you.”The guards nodded quickly and scurried away in fear. Luna Dari

Carl’s free hand moved down her stomach and slipped between her legs. He rubbed her over her wet panties, feeling how turned on she was. She was looking at him with those innocent eyes,, which frove him crazy.. With a low growl, he pushed the fabric aside and stroked her wet folds. "Shit, you already wet," he cursed. The moment his fingers touched her entrance, she jerked up wanting to escape but Carl held her waist down.. He teased her clit with slow, firm circles. Bria gasped and her hips jerked again. She felt nervous. This was her first time. Her body was shaking a little. “Carl… I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, her voice shy and unsure. He looked into her eyes, his touch becoming gentler. “I’ll go slow. I’ve got you,” he said softly. He slid one finger inside her tight pussy. Bria sucked in a sharp breath. It felt strange at first, a little uncomfortable but also good, seeing her adapt he added a second finger carefully, curling them while his thumb kept rubbing he

A knock sounded at the door. “Mr. Voss?” It was the security guard’s voice. “Everything okay in there? The power is back on in some sections.” I jumped up in fear, my heart racing. I quickly hid under Elias’s desk, curling up as small as I could, my body trembling. Elias’s voice was calm and steady. “Yes, everything is fine. We’re working late.” The guard paused for a second. “Alright, sir. Just checking. Have a good night.” His footsteps faded down the hallway. The moment the guard was gone, I broke free from Elias’s grip and scrambled out from under the desk. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my bag and the remaining files. “I… I have to go,” I said hurriedly, my voice shaky. “It’s late. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I packed my things as fast as I could and left his office, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and fear. I practically ran to the elevator, my mind spinning. What had I almost done? He was my boss. He was engaged. This

The lounge was comfortable and clean,, it had a big bed, a sofa, a small table, and a private bathroom. Elias closed the door behind us. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said simply, walking past me. I slapped myself internally. What were you thinking, Ava? Of course he just needs the bathroom. Stop overthinking everything. I sat on the couch and grabbed the jug of water by the bedside table. I poured myself a cup, trying to calm my racing heart. The bathroom door opened suddenly. I got startled and spilled the water all over my blouse. The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, making it cling to my skin. “Shit,” I muttered, feeling irritated. I tried to clean it with my hands, but it only made it worse. The white blouse became almost see-through, showing a clear patch of my black lace bra. Elias’s face darkened as he stepped out. His eyes lingered on the wet patch for a second. He didn’t say anything at first. He just walked to the closet in the corner, opened it, and to

Ava I stood at my desk, staring at him again. Elias Voss was sitting in his glass-walled office, reviewing documents with that cold, focused expression that made my stomach flip every single time. He was insanely handsome with his sharp jawline, dark hair perfectly styled, and those steel-gray eyes that could freeze you in place. He was 38, engaged to some perfect socialite, and completely off-limits. But that didn’t stop me from drooling over him like an idiot. “Miss Reed.” His deep voice snapped me out of my daydream. I blinked, realizing I had been standing there holding the files he asked for five minutes ago. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” I said, quickly walking into his office. He looked up, his cold gaze pinning me. “The documents.” I placed the folder on his desk, my cheeks burning. “Here they are. The final contracts for the merger.” He opened the folder without another word, his long fingers flipping through the pages. I stood there admiring the way his suit fit his broad shoulders

Once Lynn was done, we both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Our bodies were sweaty and tired, but we felt closer than ever. For a moment, we just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the only sound in the room was our breathing. Then Lynn started laughing softly. I turned to look at her. “What’s so funny?” She covered her face with her hands, still laughing. “I can’t believe I acted so immature. Running away to Vegas with my friends just because I was scared. I’m the older one. I should have been more mature about this.” I started laughing too. The whole situation was ridiculous. “And I drove three hours from home just to see you. Like a crazy stalker. I packed my bag and left without even thinking.” We both laughed harder, the kind of laughter that comes after tension finally breaks, all our pent up emotions were free. Lynn turned on her side to face me, still giggling. “We’re both idiots.” “Yeah,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “But at least we’re idiots together.”

“Yes,” she said softly. “Let’s go.” I took her hand and pulled her toward the hotel. We hurriedly told her friends goodbye. They gave us curious looks, but we didn’t care. All I wanted right now was to be under her. The moment we got to my hotel room, we started kissing each other. It was urgent, desperate. Our hands moved fast, undressing each other. Her top came off first, then mine. Our panties followed. Soon we were both completely naked. We didn’t stop kissing. We kissed like we had been waiting for this for years. Her lips were soft and warm. Her tongue explored my mouth while her hands roamed my body. I held her close, my fingers running through her hair. We moved toward the bed, our lips still joined together, Lynn gently pushed me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me. Her naked body pressed against mine. The feeling was incredible, skin on skin, warm and soft, it felt better than the last time when I was worried about getting caught. She kissed my neck, suckin

I waited. The message showed "read" almost immediately. Then the typing bubble appeared. It stayed there for a few minutes. My heart beat faster.But no message came, I shrugged it off, maybe tomorrow I'll get a response. The next day, the first thing I did when I woke up was to check my messages... still nothing. When I came down for breakfast, I noticed that Lynn started avoiding me. She would stand up from the table the moment I sat down to eat. If I saw her in the hallway, she would make an excuse — “I have to take a call” or “I forgot something in my room” — and walk away quickly. She wouldn’t even look at me.It made me feel uncomfortable, awkward, and fucking weird. Like I had done something wrong. Like she regretted everything. By Friday, the silence was killing me. I tried to talk to her once in the kitchen.“Lynn, can we talk?” I asked quietly.She didn’t even look at me. “I’m busy, Mia.” She walked away without looking back. I felt like shit. I texted her again asking wha

One moment I was kissing Brad and the next Stacey was screaming, trying to attack me, the entire room was staring. To be honest, I was carried away by the alcohol but I held insurance for myself so I wasn't scared, I guess it's time I do Stacey a favor and expose this scumbag, but then Sebastian intervened. He shoved Stacey away so hard she hit the floor. The crowd gasped at his action and I stood there, stunned, my heart hammering against my ribs. He defended me. Sebastian Hale, had just publicly stood up for me, what the fuck was he trying to do?! But before I could process it, his hand wrapped around my arm in a firm grip. “Come on,” he muttered in a low voice dragging me like some knight in shining armor. I tried to pull away. “Sebastian, what are you—” He didn’t listen. He started dragging me through the crowd toward the exit. His grip was strong but not painful, yet the force of it made my skin crawl with discomfort. People stared as we passed whispering softly. Oh gr

Sebastian POV I was sitting at my desk, surrounded by notes and textbooks, working through the history review questions Shirley had drafted for me. Surprisingly, the session earlier had been productive. She was a good tutor when she wasn’t mad at me. My phone buzzed repeatedly. I ignored it at first, but the notifications kept coming. When I finally checked, I realized I’d been added to some group chat, probably by Stacey. Pictures from the party flooded the screen. The party looked fire. People dancing, lights flashing, drinks flowing. The mansion was packed. I scrolled through a few more photos and saw the address Stacey had sent me earlier. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. I used to be a party guy back at Westfield, attending almost every event thrown. Maybe going tonight wouldn’t be the worst idea. It could be a good way to blow off some steam and actually try to make connections at Hawthorne instead of hiding in my room. Besides, I thought, and if i had no

Shirley POV The evening of Stacey’s birthday party finally arrived, and I was standing in front of my massive walk-in closet feeling slightly overwhelmed. Kayla had come over to help me get ready, and the moment she stepped inside my closet, her jaw dropped. “Girl… your closet looks like an entire mall!” she exclaimed, running her hands along the racks of clothes. “This is insane.” I shrugged with a small laugh. “We’re rich, I guess. Dad has a lot of connections and brings in good money. Most of these clothes just sit here though. I don’t really have many occasions to wear them.” Kayla grinned mischievously as she started browsing through the dresses. “Well, tonight is the perfect occasion.” After rejecting several options, she pulled out a sexy, short black gown with a deep V-neckline and delicate lace detailing along the sides. It was form-fitting, ending mid-thigh, with thin straps and a subtle shimmer that caught the light beautifully. “This one,” she declared. “You’

Sebastian POV I caught myself staring at Shirley again during the session. She really was different from what I’d expected. At first, I thought she might be genuine and felt guilty for lashing out her before, that was rude of me, but she looked like someone who didn’t fall for Brad’s charm. But when Kayla mentioned Stacey’s party on the phone earlier, I saw the way Shirley’s face lit up. I didn't expect her to be the socialite type, I mean she looks like a lowkey nerd. "I thought you weren't friends with Stacey, I mean both of you argued in the hallway," She looked at me raising an eyebrow, "She invited the whole school, and I have my reasons." Reasons? Yeah right, the only reason I could think of was Brad. Why the hell was I even thinking about Brad right now? I shook my head, readjusting my mindset. I wasn’t here to get involved in their drama. I was here to improve my grades, get back on the ice, and survive this forced transfer. We finished the rest of the session in rel

Shirley POV Stacey’s smile sharpened. “Good. It’ll be fun. Lots of people. Lots of… surprises.” She and her clique walked away, leaving me standing there, no matter how suspicious it looked, I still wanted to go. Remember Shirley, you came here with one goal, don't let some shitty social anxiety scare you off. I adjusted my mood and walked to my class. During lunch, I found Kayla at our usual spot and immediately dropped down beside her. “So… Stacey cornered me this morning,” I said, unwrapping my sandwich. Kayla’s eyes widened. “Again? What did she want this time?” “She invited me to her birthday party this Saturday,” I replied, watching Kayla’s reaction. “Said it was ‘just harmless talking’ and that the whole school is basically invited.” Kayla snorted. “Yeah, right. Stacey is not up to any good. That girl doesn’t do anything without an agenda. She probably wants to humiliate you in front of everyone or something.” “I know,” I said, taking a bite of my sandwich. But then I s

Shirley POV Sebastian sat down across from me with that same cocky attitude from the morning, though it was dialed back a notch. He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. “I think I might actually need help.” I folded my arms, keeping my expression ice cold. “Oh wow. Looks like you finally decided to listen to Mr. Principal.” He didn’t argue. For the next few minutes, I pulled out my notebook and wrote down a list of materials he’d need, along with a structured weekly tutoring schedule. I slid it across the table without a word. Sebastian picked it up, scanned it, and immediately frowned. “This doesn’t leave me any time for extra practice. I can’t afford to fall behind on the ice.” I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want good grades or not? Because according to the coach, you’re not stepping on that ice until your average is above 70%.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a long moment. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. His green eyes darkened